Mark and I sat at a booth while Seán ordered us some drinks. Let's have some fun..
I sipped on my one drink that Seán handed me a while ago. Mark was on his second lemonade translating whatever spiel came to his ears. Seán however was on his fifth drink. He was banging on the table causing eyes to look over. His mouth going a mile a minute and after asking Mark to translate, he shrugs. 'Irish giberish' He waved off. 'Irish huh?' I questioned. Mark nodded smiled. 'Home of the Potatoes, Beer, and being obnoxiously loud.' He replied looking at Seán who was now standing in the booth. I'm sure he was just talking about Seán and not about Ireland. I pulled on Seán's shirt and pointed down. Seán looked at me curiously and sat down. His mouth moved slowly as he eyed me. I looked over to Mark for help but his face was beet red. He udders some words to Seán but Seán doesn't process any of it. Instead, Seán wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him
I froze. He was pulling me in and I didn't know how to react. Should I go for the kiss or should I dodge it..? Seán's face was so close to mine, I could smell the toothpaste he used this morning as well as the beer pouring off of him. I looked down at his lips. They were soft and inviting, almost hypnotizing.. I lean in for a kiss before I felt the table shake. Seán and I look over to see Mark's hand on the table looking at the two of us. I felt Seán's hands let go of me as he turned his full attention to Mark. 'Mark, it was Ok..' I start to sign but his eyes wouldn't look at me. His eyes focused on Seán's. I look back to Seán who's mouth was flying. If I could read lips, this would destroy me. Seán was pointing at Mark, his hand jabbing at his direction, and in numerous other directions. His hands were everywhere but it didn't help that he was drunk. He was smashing into the empty glasses we had and broke a few of them. Mark sat in the booth arguing back. Tears down Mark's eyes and a hand over his heart. I looked between the two trying to distinguish what the argument was about. I attempted the texts again but they never flinshed. A giant man walked over and shut the two up. He looked between the three of us stated something and left. Seán mumbled something under his breath and stood up. I stood too, if he was leaving I wasn't letting him leave alone. Mark waved to grab my attention, 'my car still?' I looked back to Seán. 'is he coming?' I ask. Mark shook his head. 'No, we had the fight... He doesn't want to..' I sigh but nod. 'I'll ride with him. I'm not that drunk.' He nodded this time. 'Text me when you get home.' I respond with a thumbs up and run to catch up with Seán.
//Omg Jack is Adorb's.
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